Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously

The nebulous irises of your eyes
pull at me with their gravity
tugging at my resistance
as I thrust myself against the draw
There is pain there
so deep I may collapse in it
if it surrounds me
There is loneliness
from light years of empty space
and I struggle to recall
that I never called you home
I can almost feel the warmth
of a new sun
where I never felt it before
beaming from the corner
of your endless eyes.